Collin sucked in a relieved breath, gave his suitcase a tug, and stepped carefully off of the train car.
It hadn't been a particularly long flight, or a particularly long train ride, but every one of his muscles from head-to-toe was aching, begging for a good stretch after being hunched over in seats for nearly three days.
Just after him, a hulking mass of fur came brushing up against the initiate's thighs - obediently still, like a statue, but probably just as relieved as her owner for the arduous journey from Nova Scotia to be over and done with. Collin ran the pads of his fingers along the crown of the dog's head, glad to have her back at his side. "Alright then, let's be off," he murmured down to her, smiling.
He could feel the sun hit his skin as he strolled out of the station and further into the town, which was a welcome change to the unrelenting air conditioning on the train. The breeze, smelling very much like espresso and baked goods, carried the not-so-distant promise of a coffee shop. Young children were screeching joyously somewhere along the street. Quaint. Small. A little like home. Not anything like the boisterous pit of gifted punks he'd imagined.. Well, as far as he knew, anyway.
Now, to figure out where the academy was.. Or, where somebody who knew it's location was, at least.
As he trod along on the sidewalk, Sesi padding diligently along with him, somebody brushed past his left shoulder. His steps slowed to a gradual halt, and he turned around to face the person. "Excuse me," he called out, giving them a light wave, "You any good with directions?"
